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Ashley called her most trusted friend, Marcie. “Hey Marce, got a few minutes?”

“Not right now, Ash. I have to get the kids down. Give me 30 minutes and I'll call you back.”

“Perfect.”

“Til then.”

Ashley pondered the new situation in her life over her second cup of coffee.

Marcie's call came a little later than she had anticipated. She wanted to make sure she had uninterrupted time with Ashley. Something in her friend's voice told her something was up.

“What's the subject, Ash?”

“My neighbor, Matt.”

“Your professor friend with the graying temples?”

“Yeah.”

“Good choice, Girlfriend. Go on.”

“He walked by in his coat and tie like he usually does and I got extremely hot for him. I mean hotter than the sun hot! He asked me a question and said how pretty he thought I was. I wanted to jump
him right there.”

“Did you?”

“No,” she said a little sadly.

“Are you thinking of starting something with him?”

“Definitely thinking about it, but there are voices in my head that get in the way of my thinking.”

“Its time to push aside those voices and ask yourself what you want.” Write 'em down and that should give you some clarity.”

“If I do anything, what do I wear for seduction?”

“Try that red sweater you think is to tight add your tightest denim short skirt and heels.”

“That doesn't seem very elegant enough for an affair.”

“It'll work. Slutty works very well for affairs. Hell, Girl! If you wore that, I'd do you! You can save the elegant approach for other times. ”

“Marcie! What's Ed going to think?”

“He's asking for a three way right now.”

“No, thanks. One on one with Matt is I want.”

“Call me. You've got things to do. Keep score and we'll put it in a box score like in baseball.”

“Seems appropriate putting it in a 'box' score.”

“Yeah. I just got that.”

After she hung up, she turned to her husband and said, “Ashley is going to have an affair and its going to be a very hot, steamy one.”

“Did she say so?”

“No, but she asked me how she should dress for seduction. I'm not surprised. When your married to a man as long as she has been who's biggest activity in the evening is to get half snockered and
belch after dinner, things happen.”

“Do I know this person?”

“Matt, her Professor friend.”

“Good choice. He seems like a stand up kind of guy.”

“He is.”

“You could have a hot, steamy affair this afternoon with your husband while the kids are at school.”

She hurried off saying, “I'll meet you in the shower!”

Ashley took a sheet from her shopping list pad and started her list and found that lots of the things she wanted, she could have in an affair with Matt. She put it aside fingering it with a lusty
touch. “That about settles it, Matt. Time to pick out my wardrobe.”

She grabbed the short skirt she wanted and laid it on the bed. She placed her sweater above it and decided to add a garter and hose to the mix. Her heels completed the ensemble. She realized she
had an untried pushup bra. “Slutty was what you said, Marcie,” and it became the final piece.

She turned on the shower and let the warm drops flow down her nude form. “Oh, shoot. My hair won't be okay tonight. Oh, well. It'll be mussed up before we're done. Sorry, Matt.” She lathered her
hair and started singing an impromptu ditty, “I'm going to seduce you tonight and fuck, fuck, fuck. I'll take your cock and suck, suck, suck and you'll cum, cum, cum. Take me and my cunt all night
long.”

She was startled back to reality when she realized it might be too late to get ready in time. She exclaimed, “Oh, Damn. What time is it?” She toweled off and hurried to the kitchen and saw it was
3:30. She thought she had until 5:00, so it was okay. She breathed a sigh of relief and returned to her wardrobe. She picked her briefest and newest panties and slid each stocking up each shapely
leg. The girls were happily rested in her pushup and her jeans found their place more easily than expected. Her heels made the look complete and she had a look in her full length mirror. Her inner
voice said, 'Oh, yeah. This'll get it done. Marcie would say you've got it going on.'

She grabbed a small clutch purse and placed it on the kitchen counter nearest the door. She started another list, this time of the reasons for and against an affair to give herself another
perspective on the situation. The number of reasons against was much longer and she crumpled the page in disgust and burned it in on a lunch plate in the sink. She looked up and saw Matt walking
by. “Oh, fuck!” She hurried to the door and flung it open. “Hey Professor, got a minute? I've got a couple things I'd like to talk over?”

It was, of course, perfectly obvious to him what was going on so he felt free to drop all pretenses and add to the mood. “Hi, Gorgeous. I've got all the time you want. My coffeemaker should have
some ready now. Do you still like yours with two sugars and a touch of milk?”

“Sure do.”

“Come on then.”

She made it across the lawn on tiptoes and gladly walked with him.

“Short answer questions or long?”

“Short with lots of discussion.”

“I seem to remember this is my door.”

“Looks like the right one to me.”

He unlocked it. “Make yourself comfortable. I suggest my new couch.” He fixed their coffee right away. “How do you do it, Ashley?”

“How do I do what?”

“Go from a tuckered out housewife in a frumpy robe in the morning to something more closely resembling a goddess now.”

“A goddess? I hardly think so!”

“I definitely think so.” He took their coffees to her. She saw he was being careful not to spill and stood up at the end of the couch and took hers. After a sip, she pronounced it just right.

“What do you want to talk about, Sweetie?”

She put her cup down and stood close to him by the arm of the couch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “I want you,” she temptingly said.

“I want you, too, Sweet Thing. If we're going to do this, I want you to know I don't like to share.”

“No problem at all, Sweetie.

He knelt down and slipped off her heels and set them aside. “You look wonderful tonight, but there's something still not quite right. I know what it is! You've got way too many clothes on!” He sat
her on the arm of the couch and undid the three buttons of her sweater and lifted it over her head. She tossed her hair around to bring it back to some kind of order.

“I'll need your bra now, Dear.”

She took it off and handed it to him. “Once won' t be enough tonight,” he informed her.

“No problem. I'll take all you've got. Its like you're reading my mind.”

Her skirt came off easily and fell to the floor. He gripped her bikini panties with his teeth and pulled one side down and then the other until they fell in a small heap on the floor. “Now its time
for you to show me some skin,” she said.